Untitled (I was walking to the trashcan…)
I was walking to the trashcan throwing my chips in the trash
When I was stopped and handcuffed in front of my neighborhood store
I had an adult warrant and not I’m here
And everybody seen me getting arrested
I felt dumb as a doornail
The handcuffs were as tight as a screw on a bike
My stomach felt like the drop zone at Kings Dominion
My head pounded like a left hook from Ali
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This line “And everybody seen me getting arrested” brought a tear to my eye. That’s a painful kind of shame. What you described reminds me of what addicts refer to as “hitting bottom”. Reaching your lowest point, where the pain of changing finally becomes less painful and more appealing than the pain of staying the way you were.
Righteous use of simile my friend! You’ve got a lot of great thoughts in here that I would be interested to hear more about. I’m a writer too, and something I like to do when I feel like expanding is to pick just one image, like the drop zone at Kings Dominion or a hook from Ali, and write more about that. Whenever I do this it always does one of two things; 1) helps me improve the poem i’ve already written, or (2 lead me to write a new piece entirely. Keep it up!!
I like this poem, I like the way is describes a quick moment in time, it’s brief and to the point but nicely written. I also like how it ends suddenly!